But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

The old Lena is dead.